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Chapter 6, "The Prophet of Regret".
We were bored. All we could do was sit around, for the Demon could not penetrate an armada of Elites, Jackals, and Grunts, not to mention Kagg and Miyuki. They were deployed to guard the dock of the ferry to the second tower cluster. Karn and I were stationed on the central tower, far away from all the action. I passed the time with sleep, while Karn bossed around some of the Grunts. We can only roar at them, so we enforce our authority be knocking them around a little. This was the MOST boring job a warrior could attain.
"All units, open fire!" the Commander screamed over the COM. We could only assume the worst: he had arrived already…wait. How?! When we jumped from the city, we had left them behind. The only way they could…have followed us…was…so that's how they did it. They got within range of the SlipSpace vortex to follow through. The tenacity of these humans was grinding down on all of the Covenant's nerves. The COM opened. "We've got trouble here," Miyuki called over the COM, "and it's headed your way." "How close is the Demon?!" I yelled. "Cool it, Klez. He's about to the dock. Kagg and I are on route there now." He replied. My mind wrenched as I remembered Xercs, and what might happen to the others.
We stood in place for hours on end, when the COM reopened. It was filled with static, but we heard this much from the Commander: "All of our forces on cluster one -- been neutralized. Awaiting orders— stand by…" silence filled and the COM went dead. "Vile human scum!" Karn shouted. "We should have burned them all when we had the chance." I responded. The COM revived, filled with the screams of Grunts. "The Grunts have gone mad with fear!" an Elite roared. "The Jackal's are trying to marshal them, but they're firing on anything that moves. The Master Chief has taken advantage of this and bypassed us. Ready yourselves for combat, Hunters!" the COM flicked off. This was our chance. My chance.
Legions of Honor Guards filed across the hall and into position on the inner hallway that led outside. The ferry was on its way here. We would kill the Master Chief or die trying. Well, they might die, but I wouldnt. Not until I had slain him. The ferry stopped; I became nervous that the Demon would be eliminated before he got here. I shook it off. He wouldnt die by the hand of two Elites. The ferry moved again, sailing through the pristine lake. It almost gave you a feeling of the calm before the storm. He had "Marines" with him, and they'd be looking to spill plenty of blood before they went down. We had the upper hand, though. We were confident this time.
And now, it was time to see just how bountiful our good fortune would be.
For those of you looking for ACTION, the next chapter will be made up of the basics: Bone-cracking, head-bashing, and plasma grenade sticking goodness!!